ODE TO BOND.........JAMES BOND



We lose James Bond and the sky responds                                                                                                 with wind and rain                                                                                                                                      like hurricanes conflate grief with god and pain                                                                                             as though clouds like ensembles were shaken not stirred                                                                             and so scurried to the submissive background of darkness                                     

The calibre of Sean Connery is no mere lottery                                                                                               The talent of an archetype in all but name                                                                                                       How else could the eternity of iconism proclaim                                                                                             You'll never see the like again

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